Lydia Bennet

Ignis' expression softened, the hand that seemed so often just magnetized to her hip and the small of her back pulled her in a little bit closer, after a soothing brush of his thumb.

He lightly shook his head, smiling softly back at Liliana.

"You know it was all I could do to oblige in Miss Bennet's request for a little more pomp and circumstance this week."

He leaned forward to give a kiss to her (party-planning-inspired) trouble brow, and that gentle pull closer because something more of an embrace, and his voice dropped to a whisper in her ear. Not in the way he so often did, low and rumbling and intending to make her melt, but he recognized, now, that it might still yield somewhat similar results.

"Any resulting distraction," he added, "is truly serendipitous. "